Sunday, January 26

So, Cyril called a meeting. He needed to be brought up to speed, since he's been off doing gang things.

So we recap'd everything for him. The dinner party, the book, the vampiress and my old friend.

Oh, fun story, there.

Turns out that Viviana is an elder vampire. And she's an old friend of Marcus. I'm very excited for this meetup. I'm also changing my sleeping schedule.

So the meeting continues, and it's full of drama of all kinds. Apparently some hunter fella is going to join up to teach us about teamwork.

I wish him all kinds of luck.

 So after the meeting, Nadya gets a call and we're off to meet up with some government types about some sort of job. Turns out they call themselves Task Force: Valkyrie and they needed help with a werewolf problem. We head on over to Nadya's penthouse and meet with these fine people.

There was talk of an industrial district, and mages, and things of that sort. Then drama erupted...and I left. Didn't really need that, so I checked on Elmer's silver tips to see if they were still in place.

Not that I used them.

Oh, good news, picked up some more phosphorous bullets. Those'll be useful.

Our little Island of Misfit Toys meets up with TFV. We make our way into a building, and there's some guy strapped down on a table. TFV kills him...and all hell breaks loose.

Apparently, the Cheiron Group was after these people, too. TFV had standing orders to kill off any TCG folks they came across. Well, we came across a lot. They surrounded the building and had some sort of screamer thing that screwed up all of us. It didn't look good at all.

All of a sudden, Agnes starts talking in some other voice. Very unlike her. Very harsh sounding.

Think bitch on steroids.

But after a bit, they all just up and left! The sons of bitches didn't even pick up their dead. Left all the weapons (which were picked up) and scampered.

While we were making our way out, Marcus picked right then to call me. He said the meeting's in four days, at 4430 Hawthorne. He also said I "handled myself fine."

That son of a bitch knew.

Dawn's coming, I'm going to the projects to sleep.